I'm not quite fixed yet,
I'm still a little broken,
But I refuse to let my pain go unspoken,
Some days are better then today,
Things don't always go right in everyway,
I'm not quite happy yet,
And I think that that's ok,
Because I'm always fighting,
Every single day,
I'm not quite sure yet,
But, I think that i'll be soon,
I think i'll know exactly what I want,
And i'll love it too.

By Arcassin Burnham


Like the little things in life that you the person need
To figure out,
Walking on a dream in tiny specs of recollects of
Buying cookies from these girls scouts,
I was like a red Corvette coupe ready to be smashed
Along with words,
Imagining the day I get away and fly high like these
Little aero birds,
Just make me happy like you do in any situation that
Occurred,
Like corrupted files , your mind is in a loop of being in
A cathedral Church,
The world's in ruins but you're worried all about the price of
Half off t-shirts,
Romance Couldn't get anymore stupider in every seasons
Pass,
I would like to think I'm starting not to care and worry about
Some ***,
You could write a lot to these 1 minute and something something
Second songs,
People love manipulating me and getting off by telling me I'm
Wrong,
Make me happy......Make me happy......make me happy.

Have I been waiting too long?
The sun has settled and the wind calmed,
the brow of rainbow is fading and happiness is a distant song
Have I been waiting too long...

The breezy chime of a loving heart
lies buried in a clockwork lie,
Oh! the last time I felt a happy tug,  
I was tucked in sleep and woke up torn
Have I been waiting too long...

They fall and I pick up, pieces of myself;
this game, I have played all along.
So far have I come and yet not arrived
Is it for me to stop and turn around?
Have I been waiting too long?

You are falling down a rabbit hole of
hatred for yourself, and I hate you for
it. I hate the part of your mind that turns
you against yourself, for you don't deserve
it. I am at the bottom with you, for
every pace upwards I will be there
to push you, but I fear that I will not
be strong enough to keep you upright for
the time it takes you to return to your
strength. I grow weak, and you sap my strength from
me unknowingly as I become increasingly
tired and lose the will to live, drained by
the parasite within that will not let
me truly connect. Can't you see that I
am bound by the black sludge around my tongue
which coats my words and keeps me locked inside?
I fear that I cannot help you, for I
am nothing except the waiting -
waiting for my time to die.

Your calling ends and I, instantly, am
eagerly awaiting the next. You change
me from introvert to extrovert, causing
me to seek out your company - you are
the warm place to restore my energy.
This is the week which will last a winter,
and this snowfall turns to vapour
as you thaw my frostbite.

Didn’t you say that we’ll figure out this life together?
Coffee in hand, talking about the good things in life

Didn’t you say that I was like a soul mate to you?
That you loved me, unlike anyone you’ve ever met before

Didn’t you promise me that I never had to be lonely ever again?
“I’m here,” you said, “I’ll always be here.”

Didn’t I tell you to wait for me a little bit more?
I have a distant way of loving and I’m afraid I’d push you away

Where are you?
Why am I drinking this too-cold coffee without you?

Come back,
I’m still waiting here

Tonight I lie in bed,
waiting for what I dread;
Tonight I spit on my luck,
and the lightning that got me struck;
Tonight I exist in darkness,
for I want to dwell in endless;
Tonight I again wait,
wait to be the devil's bait.